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Marguerite Heywood

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I think I used to write. Perhaps I still do. I'm on the case. The poem below is really about how I read other people's poems - when they are good.

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The poet sets a trap Baited with practically nothing You will enter with a swagger of incomprehension. The deeper you walk in, in innocence, Invited, the more incapable you will be of leaving. It’s a fine spring, hair-trigger trap. You blundered in with no idea. The lid falls quietly, the spring creaks Like a swaying tree. And there you are hanging by your leg Swinging, Screaming at your shadow in the snow.

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